Haylie's head went blank.
She wondered if she had heard it wrong and asked, "What did you say? What happened to Ruben?"
"He committed suicide."
Haylie hung up the phone, stumbled back to the ward, and saw the doctor covering Ruben with a white cloth.
She rushed over and grabbed the doctor's arm. "How is my husband? He was so good when I left this morning. Can you save him?"
"Mrs. Orwell, we tried our best. Mr. Orwell is no longer breathing."
"You tried your best? He was still fine when I left!" Haylie rushed over and lifted the white cloth, saying, "I have to sue you for not curing my husband! He's still so young. How can he die?"
"Mr. Orwell has just had an operation and is not in good health. He swallowed too many sleeping pills. It is very difficult to cure him," the doctor said bitterly.
Haylie put her hand under Ruben's nose, but she did not feel any breathing. Then she touched his heart, which was not beating.